Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.